It is nearly 5am, and I find this. Why ? Why did we, as a species, have to become like this ? What pushes people to cum into a minion jar and check the progress every day ? We are doomed, and every time I look into the abyss that is internet, it also gazes into me.
God is dead, and we killed it.
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As a kid who once got sent to the school therapist for being existential, this is a far better explanation than early onset depression
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"Have you tried not being sad? Like have you tried being happy, or experimenting with filling jars with bodily fluids?"
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"I sentence you to five more months of the 5th grade!"
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Just like the samurai of yore
"But doctor, I am Minionacci"
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I thought I was just completely desensitized, but maybe fhtagn
I wonder what path in my life has lead me to basically feeling nothing when look at the minion cum jar. My only thought was: I've seen worse cum containers.
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I've given up on this universe ever since i learned that 4chan is full of people who just piss in the empty mountain dew bottles under their desk, while referring to that desk as their "battle station".
My head shudders uncontrollably.